Why must Cayla answer Nate’s question with one of her own? Is she covering for Les? Is Nate supposed to not know that Les is out flogging his book? Could it be that last time Nate inquired of Cayla about Les’ whereabouts, she caught hell from the Grounded One for spilling the beans?
The She-Goats take practice in the dimly lit gym. Keisha, who of course must be double-covered, passes the ball to her bestie. Smilin’ Summer goes to the net a-a-a-a-n-n-n-nd…cut to the gobsmacked expressions on the faces of everyone in the room. Coach Bushka spits out his whistle. Summer, who less than two years ago was moaning that her game *@#s, has dunked the ball! And she’s only a sophomore junior white girl! Coach: how about splitting up your two superstars when you scrimmage? Better yet: just play Summer and Keisha against the other teams. With their mad skills, the two of them alone could easily make Our Lady of the Cedars look like the Washington Generals.
Alternate text for panel three: “Really? What, are you gonna re-grow your arm?”
They both are gonna be sorry when busboy Wally comes charging outta the kitchen swinging a breadknife.
If we hadn’t seen those same little hashmarks under tired Becky’s eyes yesterday, I’d propose that Wally had taken to beating up Rachel. But now we understand that those little lines are sort of a visual shorthand for tired and/or stressed. Why would Black Friday be an especially busy day at Montoni’s? Westview doesn’t appear to be a shopping mecca, unless you’re buying comic books.
Well if this ain’t right outta Norman Rockwell. The Blackburn-Howards gather around the table to enjoy a band turkey of their very own. So worn out from delivering tainted poultry is Becky that she is about to fall asleep at the table. By the way, isn’t it customary for the man of the house to lead the family in grace, “Dad”?
Son of Stuck Funky 
